How Sir Snax Was Born

It started on a couch. My fiancée and I were scrolling TikTok when a trash panda popped up and I said the thing that ruins every sensible evening: "We should get one."

Turns out — only if you're an educational institution. Not a couple on a couch. A school. A zoo. That should have been the end of it. It was not the end of it.

What did other states allow? Some required permits. Some banned raccoons outright. Some had rules so oddly specific they read like revenge legislation from 1947. One manic Google search turned into screenshotting laws. Then building a document. Then joking about a petition — a community of raccoon lovers who cared too much about tiny hands and bandit masks.

Then I started coding. And talking about the vision. That's when the eye rolls started. A community. A children's book. A game. My fiancée thought the whole idea was silly — but she showed up anyway. Sketch after sketch, iteration after iteration, about twenty of them, helping me land on the design for a raccoon in a golden crown and green bandana.

He needed a name. Something regal but absurd.

She still rolls her eyes. But she helped pick the crown.

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